Chapter 72: Archaeological Team

Chapter 72: Archaeological Team

Amid his sigh, Klein allowed himself to relax and, like an ordinary person, enjoy the rare peace and comfort inside the dream.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, he finally waited until the Church Beyonder who had come to soothe him left the dream.

“At last… I can sleep peacefully…”

Klein had instinctively intended to open his eyes and fall asleep again, but he discovered that once he no longer maintained extreme vigilance and caution, he could rely on the lingering serenity in the dream to fall directly into deep sleep.

That night, his quality of sleep was exceptionally good. He slept all the way until daybreak, when the sun had just risen, the red moon still lingered, the sky was growing bright, and the wind sounded softly outside.

Klein lazily stared into space for nearly ten minutes before reaching for the gold-cased pocket watch on the bedside cabinet and pressing it open with a snap.

“Not even half past six… Should I turn over and keep sleeping, or just get up?”

Klein examined his state. Seeing that his mind was clear, his energy abundant, and no trace of fatigue remained, he got out of bed, washed up, and paced to the balcony, gazing at the orange-red horizon.

In this season, because of the wind, Backlund’s smog was not too severe to begin with. Combined with the air pollution control efforts carried out over the previous months, the sky at that moment was clear and blue, and the air was refreshing. Gardeners were already busy in the gardens. Kitchen maids and odd-job footmen were heading to the market together. Apart from them, the surroundings were peaceful, making Klein’s mood suddenly brighten. For a brief moment, he forgot every worry and felt that this world belonged only to him at that instant.

With a barely noticeable smile, he quietly enjoyed the scene. Over the next quarter of an hour, two or three servants gradually emerged from the surrounding houses, some carrying baskets, some leading horses. Bit by bit, the entire street came to life, and the sunlight gradually grew brighter.

“This is what life should be like…”

Klein sighed soundlessly. Suddenly, he felt an impulse to go out for a walk. Turning around, he left the balcony, walked to the door, and turned the handle.

Outside the master bedroom, Richardson was already waiting. No one could guess what time he had risen.

This was the hardest part of being a personal valet: one had to sleep later than one’s employer and rise earlier.

“Breakfast is still an hour away. If you wish to have it earlier, sir, the kitchen can prepare it within fifteen minutes.” Richardson did not ask why Dawn Dantes had suddenly risen early.

Klein chuckled.

“There is no need to move it earlier. I intend to go for a walk first.”

“Yes, sir.” Richardson entered the bedroom and, following his employer’s preferences, selected a coat and helped him put it on.

At last, Klein put on his silk top hat, took his gold-inlaid cane, went down to the first floor, and walked out the main door. Along the Intis plane trees and black gas streetlamps by the roadside, he slowly strolled toward the other end of the street.

Along the way, faint fragrances floated out from the gardens of each house. Green leaves high in the trees created a quiet, secluded mood. Passersby came in twos and threes, few in number. The occasional carriage broke the silence, then quickly disappeared into the distance.

Klein enjoyed the morning environment and the pleasantness of rising early. He felt the remaining traces of yesterday’s negative emotions evaporating bit by bit and vanishing little by little.

Mm. Beyonders must know how to actively create conditions to regulate their moods… After a walk like this, the bishops at Saint Samuel Cathedral should know that Dawn Dantes has fully recovered and won’t come disturb my sleep in the middle of the night again…

As Klein’s thoughts wandered, his gaze casually swept past No. 39 Böklund Street.

This was Councilman Macht’s…